Tight

Tk.

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Prolly pour some more for the bros (for the bros!) Lemonade with ice, thru’ the most, yeah Finna’ taste yo bitch, finna’ lick ‘em lips I’m just kidding, I just gonna move ‘em hips (ay!) Let me feel the beat, let me feel the heat Let me do my dance all night, while I wanna eat (sheesh!) Let’s go move your feet, c’mon let’s get it done ‘Till the suns come up and lights up the streets (yeah) Go pipe it up, just fill your cup And put ‘em up to the sky So make yourself level up Close up, smile on your face Fashion with the taste Passionate, no wasting time So gimme some space, ha! Or we can race, ha! Imma bring you to my place wrap the lace, reach the Ace (ha, ha!) Reach the Ace, got me feeling like one, hold up! Ooh shit... Got me feelin’ like, I’m the new shit People screamin’ like, I’m The King shit I make it right (yeah) You make it tight (yeah) We make it right Ooh shit... Got me feelin’ like, I’m the new shit People screamin’ like, I’m The King shit I make it right (yeah) You make it tight (yeah) We make it right When I wake up in the morning I’m feelin’ good, I’m feelin’ blessing Real homie tak berlalu Masih tetap bersamaku Chill, aku chill Dorang poppin’ pills macam Rock Star Party dalam Swill, Poppin Class, anak Southja Sippin’ Hennessy, got me feelin’ like I’m Raja Pulang pagi buta, bebas saja (yeah!) I don’t wanna messin’ up things I just tryna get a new rings Playing guitar with a new strings Got me feel like I have a wings Dance, do your dance, Tk. do your dance Dance, do your dance, KB do your dance Dance, do your dance, Tk. do your dance Dance, do your dance, KB do your dance Like what? Ooh shit... Got me feelin’ like, I’m the new shit People screamin’ like, I’m The King shit I make it right (yeah) You make it tight (yeah) We make it right Ooh shit... Got me feelin’ like, I’m the new shit People screamin’ like, I’m The King shit I make it right (yeah) You make it tight (yeah) We make it right Do your dance, do it right Can you see the light? I’m so tight Fuck the corner, lets get to the front Come and see, so bright Bring the mic, sing it over night Happy time Happy Meal and happy hour grime Let’s go make it rhyme Up ‘Till 5, bring me back to life Letchu be my wife, throw the drinks Let the button sink, wash it till it’s clean Whatchu mean? Whatchu talkin ‘bout? Fuck that all the clout, get ‘em out Now I’m sittin at the corner Smoke a blunt, like...